Echoes of Our Song

Walking down these quiet streets again. The night air hums a tune I used to

know. Streetlights flicker memories of then. Where hearts were small and time

moved slow. And I'll keep holding on to the echoes of our song.

Through the dark, through the dawn, I'll find my way back home. When whispers secrets

in the trees. Stories of love we let slip away. I catch them

in the hush, in the leaves. And carry them with me to another day.

And I'll keep holding on to the echoes of our song. Through the dark,

through the dawn, I'll find my way back home. Home. Somewhere between the